In early January, as Kingsley was walking home from work, he heard this very loud meowing coming from a tree about 1/2 a block from our condo. As he got closer he discovered a tiny kitten was stuck up in the tree. The Kingsley I knew prior to fostering almost 100 kittens, would have probably walked on assuming someone else would know what to do. But after years of fostering, Kingsley knew a distressed kitten when he saw one and climbed up to rescue the little guy. Instead of being afraid, our little Tarzan nestled himself into Kingsley's arms for the rest of the walk home as if he knew he had finally found his way home.

I am likely one of the only people on the planet who has enough kitten supplies to be able to take on a foster kitten at a moments notice. So we got him all set up, fed him some dinner, and he instantly became a member of the family. Tarzan was so playful and cleaver and vocal, it was very hard to say goodbye to him several weeks later when he officially went up for adoption at the SPCA to find his forever home.